Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.

                                                                                                                                            Rabindranath Tagore

I am talking with a friend about this word ‘faith’. About how I struggle to understand. To let go of my resistance. To move beyond the struggle.

He tells me about a conversation he had with a friend about Christianity. About his friend’s concern for his soul because my friend has told him he is not ‘a Christian’. That his faith is not based on a religious belief but on something less defined, less structured.

“I believe God is big enough to understand my faith is not expressed through doctrine,” he tells me.

Or at least, that’s what I remember him saying though I think I may have the exact words wrong.

Even knowing I may not be quoting him correctly, I have faith he will understand his words meant a lot to me.

I struggle with the leap into the unknown without a label.

It is the biggest leap I’ve ever taken.

To simply surrender my need for the label, to free fall as I am without having to define myself with words to explain who I am or where I am in my faith.

I believe the Universe holds me safe in its embrace, no matter what words I use to define my position.